Still Without a Washer

The very nice man from the washing machine repair people came and not only had the power surge blown the fuse but had fried the motherboard. Darn it to heck. However, he was lovely and early, spot on 8.30am and about five minutes after I got home. He's been to the house before, and he is a pleasure to have as a visitor. He's calm, he's pleasant and he gets the job done. Unfortunately he won't be the one coming back next Thursday to mend the motherboard.

Then I dashed out, picked up a load of shopping and dashed back, then out again to pick up bear. Tomorrow I start washing stuff in the bath, though fortunately it looks like a good drying day.

I took some photos of the overgrown laurels. There isn't much soil underneath them. These pics show the ground where the road is, but it drops away very steeply and it's very rocky. When we first moved in, twenty five years ago, the laurels were a lot less overgrown and there wasn't a fence, and I had to chase the cats up and down a few times! There isn't a lot of soil.

I worry that one bad storm and the top heavy bushes with fall.

Writing stuff - Latest from the White Hart is here. Hugs to all.